Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.